Dogs are not hard to please. Just scratch their ears, throw sticks for them and take them for walks.

The fiancee brought them with her. So I've known them for a few years, but I don't think I've ever been alone with them like this.

She finally moved them here, and she had to leave right when I came home today, leaving them in my care. My cat (who I can't find right now--she's rightfully hidden herself until she gets all comfortable) is fine with just doin' her thing. Dogs, though, I don't know what the hell. The best thing is when they drink water and then start panting and sneeze while they're panting. They do other things too, I guess, but that's what sticks out to me.

The dogs are cool, though, and they're all behavey and stuff. They listen! I already managed to land a toy in the gutter, which they tried to find for a little while and then promptly forgot about.

The fiancee brought them with her. So I've known them for a few years, but I don't think I've ever been alone with them like this.

She finally moved them here, and she had to leave right when I came home today, leaving them in my care. My cat (who I can't find right now--she's rightfully hidden herself until she gets all comfortable) is fine with just doin' her thing. Dogs, though, I don't know what the hell. The best thing is when they drink water and then start panting and sneeze while they're panting. They do other things too, I guess, but that's what sticks out to me.

The dogs are cool, though, and they're all behavey and stuff. They listen! I already managed to land a toy in the gutter, which they tried to find for a little while and then promptly forgot about.

I should not have eaten those chocolates. I need to start eating well again; I kind of feel like crap. I don't have time or energy to cook or make healthy food because I'm so beat from Fest, but then it's a vicious cycle because eating bad food just makes me feel more sluggish. Ugh.

Hey TypoC. The most incredibly random thing ever happened to me earlier today, and I think I'll tell you about it.

I was on my near-daily walk earlier, when a bunch of teenagers on a golf cart started quite obviously following me. Occasionally they would overtake me, turn around ahead, and pass by waving, only to turn around again and start following me again. Keep in mind that I don't know these people.

Eventually they pull up along side me in their golf cart and match my speed. Perplexed, I pull off my headphones and awkwardly say "Hi...". They respond in kind, and I ask "Uhh, do you need something?" or something like that, I can't quite remember. They respond "Nah, we're just harassing you because we have nothing better to do with our lives." I respond "Okay...?" (Yes, I'm very witty.)

They then proceed to ask me a bunch of random questions of an increasingly personal nature, and I decide to play along. We then had a conversation for a majority of the rest of my walk (Albeit a fairly one-sided one). Apparently, we're now friends, or so their last comment of "We're friends now." leads me to believe. The whole exchange was incredibly amusing.

So, anyways. Thank you, random high-schoolers with a golf cart and nothing better to do. You officially made my day.

"My comrades and my beloved, upon your way you shall meet men with hoofs; give them your wings. And men with horns; give them wreaths of laurel. And men with claws; give them petals for fingers. And men with forked tongues; give them honey words." --Kahlil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet

make's ya hungry, doesn't it? they're sea penises, or gaebul, a type of echiura (spoon worm) and are often eaten in the above raw, flaccid glorious state . . . i don't even want to imagine what the texture of something like this would be like. the irony is that these are all females, the male spoon worm tends towards being considerably smaller than the female, sometimes even mere milimeters in length! he resides within the nephridium (something like kidney's for invertebrates), sometimes even 10-20 males, and waits for the opportunity to fertilize the female's eggs. the sex of the worm isn't determined at fertilization, rather, maleness is induced by contact with an adult female's proboscis (the organ the animal uses to feed). now if that isn't a mix of structure and chaos . . . man, what would be?

it's weird you know, maybe cause it's all been falling apart steadily while i go fucken nuts over the last two or so weeks, shit, i've lost track of time . . . and i think he's possibly going to start dating this chick, and you know, i'd be happy for it . . . cause they work well together. i feel fine, cause a chapter closed, and it's time to rebuild and move on.

"My comrades and my beloved, upon your way you shall meet men with hoofs; give them your wings. And men with horns; give them wreaths of laurel. And men with claws; give them petals for fingers. And men with forked tongues; give them honey words." --Kahlil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet